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Seymour is left standing in the alleyway, staring after Audrey and Orin Scrivello (D.D.S.).
If he were a hero from the flicks he'd run after them. He'd stop that-- that-- Seymour can't even think of a word bad enough. Instead he stands, trembling, his guts cold and squirming inside him.
After a moment he spins around and walks inside, setting the jugs of water down as he continues his chores.
If he were a hero from the flicks he'd run after them. He'd stop that-- that-- Seymour can't even think of a word bad enough. Instead he stands, trembling, his guts cold and squirming inside him.
After a moment he spins around and walks inside, setting the jugs of water down as he continues his chores.